The Bolter
Assalamualaikum He once labeled me petite, And a few times made me feel cute, As the wind blew, we were never close to begin with, But we did age the same, in terms of numbers. The boys looked young, I made a count, Guessing they might be in their youngest 20s. While me, nearing my 30s. I never thought I could be this old. But this is it. I am 26. It felt like I wore my green attire only yesterday, coming late in attendance on the school bricks. And my forehead had no single wrinkle. Looking so young and clueless, searching for his broad shoulders. I wanted to be a teacher, get married, and have two beautiful children. Life brought me to you. He said the people here got married to the ones working at the same place, My parents and I laughed and I said to myself I had somebody in mind who lived far away from here. But the black shirt became the start of our braid of fate. And last night I wondered to myself what if the shirt was never...